The Singer's Pet Turtle (A Leonardo x Reader Story)

Chapter 4 : Medic on Duty

When morning came, the turtle was surprised to see that the sun had caused him to wake. Still, it beamed into the room from a small parting in the curtains draping across his eyes. The light caused him to squint at first, before he sat up far too quickly. His head began to pound but he was in too far of shock to care. He hadn't seen the sun in at least a week, his last prison being underground. Moving quickly, the turtle pushed away the bed's floral covers and limped over to the window to draw back the shade. They were so high up that all he could see were the tops of buildings. It was beautiful, even if he had missed the sunrise, but not even the marvelous view could help him forget why he was here.

He was still a prisoner, just with the new label of 'pet'.

He shivered at the word. It felt almost worse than being a prisoner. Mainly because it made him compare himself to his little brother's pet. While ironic his brother had a pet turtle named Spike, and his brother depended on Spike to remain level. If that normal turtle wasn't in their lives he had no doubts that his brother would be blowing up even more than usual. This of course made the turtle worry that this girl, (y/n), would start to rely on him the same way his brother relayed on his pet.

Last night as he fell asleep he had decided that, until proven otherwise, he would assume that (y/n) was good. Just a girl who happen to work for his father's nemesis. No more no less. Which means there is no reason for him to hurt her in any way. That includes the potential emotional damage of losing a pet.

He banged his head against the window. He couldn't even follow his own circle of thoughts. Something the turtle did know was that he was hungry again. So, standing up, he left the bedroom in favor of going to the kitchen for some of the extra salad from yesterday. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but good food was good food. Besides, (Y/n) said that they would be making a store list today, so hopefully he could get some things that he really likes.

Winding down the hall, he made his way into the kitchen and grabbed the large bowl of salad out of the fridge. With a glance he could tell that (y/n) was needing to go to the store. There wasn't much left. Just the salad, a to-go box of mystery food, some sodas and a few water bottles were left in her fridge. Shrugging he reached back in and grabbed one of the sodas, hoping she wouldn't mind before setting it on the counter next to the salad bowl.

Next came the quest for a bowl. One by one, he opened and shut all of the cabinets looking for a salad bowl. In the end, it took five guesses to get past the dry foods and cups and finally find a bowl. Then he switched to opening drawers. This took far fewer tires, for in the first drawer he found tongs and the second a fork. With everything he needed now acquired he dished him out some salad breakfast before choosing to sit at the island to eat it, along with his soda.

"Oh!" he suddenly heard, causing him to jump.

Standing in the archway of the kitchen was the girl. She was in a pair of athletic shorts and a sports bra, currently wiping sweat away from her forehead. In her hand was her cellphone, which was displaying a call screen. For a second she just stared before smiling.

Her smile only faltered when a distance 'hello? (Y/n), are you ok?' echoed from her phone call.

"Yeah, yeah," she said into the phone then looked at her pet. "Good morning Turtle, I didn't realize you got up."

The girl then moved into the kitchen herself, going to the fridge to grab a water bottle as she went back to her phone conversation. "Sorry Karai, my turtle had just woken up and I didn't hear him."

The Turtle's eyes widened. Karai. He knew that name all too well. She was the enemy. The one who kept him captive prior to ending up here. They seemed like friends.